Thaumcraft Source Of Life Novels & Stories

He was weeping. ​"It took my father’s lungs, Elara," Harl whispered, touching the bark. "The soot. The heat. He died coughing up black dust so this gauge would stay in the red. Now look at it. The plant is breathing for us." ​I placed a hand on the root. It was warm. The bio-mechanical hybrid was doing more than producing oxygen. It was absorbing the excess heat from the geothermal vents and converting it into a nutrient-rich sap. This sap was being pumped back through the old water lines, feeding every ward in the University.